Why do I have so many masters?

The elder before him did not hesitate for a moment and immediately agreed, causing Wang Anfeng to breathe a sigh of relief.

Since lives were at stake, he could not bother with niceties and immediately said,

"Then elder, let us set off quickly..."

As his voice fell, Wang Anfeng felt his words were indeed impolite. Just as he was feeling uneasy, the elder did not show any displeasure but simply nodded and smiled, saying:

"Naturally, we should."

"However, we must not be too anxious in saving lives."

"Please wait a moment, young heroes. I will retrieve some Silver Needles and medicinal herbs, and then I can accompany you both down the mountain."

Wang Anfeng and his companion naturally had no objections to this request. Just when the elder turned around, his back was completely unguarded against them.

And towards the entrance of the Inner Valley.

No matter the realm to which a Martial Artist has cultivated, the back always remains the weakest point. And there was no one harboring a killer intent who could remain still at that moment.

Suddenly, a screaming sound pierced the sky. At the peak of the mountain, a ruthless and merciless blade force surged, scattering the clouds and mist, and cold light, called Life Snatcher, aimed directly at the elder ahead!

Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted sharply.

His long-practiced instincts made his palm suddenly lift and grasp the hilt of his sword. With a flash of lightning, the Longsword was already slashing diagonally. This abrupt drawing of the sword was enough to make a Ninth Grade fall on the spot, but the person who made the move was a Martial Arts expert far superior to him, fueled by resentment, and did not hold back in the slightest.@@novelbin@@

Long before Wang Anfeng could react, the cold light had already instantaneously pierced through the elder's back.

Like lightning following a meteor.

After a moment of deadly silence, a wild laughter ensued, filled with frenzied and suppressed hatred. A man in a green robe was already standing in front of Wang Anfeng, holding a long blade, laughing uncontrollably, and said,

"Master, long time no see."

"Disciple greets you, hahaha..."

The torture of the past, the insanity suppressed for ten years, achieved its retribution in a single move, bathing in the raw delight of triumph. The man in the green robe lost his usual calm and scheming, leaving only madness.

Everyone has a past.

Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted sharply, blood spurted out, tracing a line down his face, and amidst the mad laughter, he had already figured out the identity of the person before him—

It was indeed the traitor from Pharmacist Valley.

The instigator of this affair!

Almost instantly, rage surged in Wang Anfeng's heart, the guilt of bearing the wrongful deaths of over a dozen innocent lives instantly turned into a killing intent. His wooden sword nearly moved against his sensible brain's reaction, slashing diagonally.

But his opponent's strength was far superior to his, Wang Anfeng's sword edge had not even fallen when it was already swept away by a heavy gust, violently throwing him off.

In mid-air, he flipped and landed, using his Inner Strength and Qinggong, making a single turn before hitting the ground, but he already felt a sense of exhaustion after just one move.

The gravel by his foot slipped and fell into the abyss.

Wang Anfeng looked up at the man in a green robe who incredibly had not turned around at all. The hem of his green robe fluttered slightly, visible Gang Qi slowly dissipating three paces behind him. The man, noble in his green robe, left hand behind his back, right hand holding a blade, sleeves flying, coolly said:

"Do not be hasty, Wang Anfeng."

"If it wasn't for you, I could not have entered this heavily guarded Inner Valley, nor could I have killed the man before us."

"You are my benefactor..."

Wang Anfeng's expression turned bitterly cold.

The elder slowly lost his breath, and with the medical skills Wang Anfeng had learned, he could see it was his dying moments. Even if a Great Luo Celestial were to descend, he could not be saved. Gritting his teeth, bearing guilt that almost devoured him, Wang Anfeng suddenly turned his head to the side and said:

"Xue Qinshuang, let's go!"

Xue Qinshuang nodded slightly, and they both leapt away in the direction they had come from.

Wang Anfeng clenched his teeth, his eyes reddening.

If it were not for Xue Qinshuang, he would have already turned back to fight to the death, while at the same time, feelings of disgust for himself emerged uncontrollably.

Looking back on it, his actions and decisions were utterly flawed!

The young man bit through the corner of his lips.

Blood trailed down the corner of his mouth.

In his mind, the image of the elder being pierced kept reappearing, as well as the faces of Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue.

And the old man who wept in front of Fire Refining Sect.

"Where is the person who killed my dear grandson, living freely... Where are those Heroes?!"

"Where are they? Where are the Patrol Officers of Great Qin?!"

"My dear grandson believed in this world to her death, believed in Heroes, in Patrol Officers, believed in all of you, sob... she believed in that world till her death..."

The young man's somewhat immature heart pained unremittingly.

With a heavy step on the ground, Wang Anfeng shot out like lightning.

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And his originally clear heart began to fill with killing intent, gradually becoming biased.

The tragic face of that old man became clearer and clearer.

At that moment, the killing intent burst forth!

Wang Anfeng almost instinctively halted, as a streak of cold light brushed past his face, and on the right side above Qingyan, instantly turning a square zhang area into powder. The cloud mist there immediately dispersed, taking quite a few moments before being filled again by the surrounding clouds.

Wang Anfeng felt a slight chill on his left cheek, already feeling the warm liquid flowing down, and abruptly turned his head. From his eyes, as sharp as a sword being drawn, the chill poured directly into the clouds, saying: